Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing X-Ray Spex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.